Il Fait Chaud

I know it sounds lame and cliché, but on a melting hot day like today, when humidity becomes unbearable, nothing is better than sitting in front of the telly, under the breeze of the AC, watching Carrie Bradshaw and the rest of the ladies exchanging nonsense, perfect moments or facts of life, strolling in the city of coolness, showing off their most bizarre yet stylish outfits.

The other best part is when you hear the noise that the water makes while boiling (just like us!) and calls for a hot Earl Gray tea with a tiny bit of milk on top, with a welcoming blueberry After Eight chocolate, dipped in tea in the same floral mug.

After all this bliss, another new episode starts and you realize that you have yet to write more journal entries just before Zzzz comes along.

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